this one idea i had for a while

the part where durgun and aciz meet and have some unnamed tension between them.

oh hey, you're reading!

this is the part where i thank you.

aciz was inspired by non-breath oblige.

this part happens after these assumed things take place:
-durgun meets the rest of the justice crew
-durgun manifests her weapon
-justice suspiciously tells her to meet her in a secluded area she picked. it's a wide alleyway by an old abandoned building.
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Durgun waits for Justice to arrive, idly kicking rocks on the ground to pass the time. The cold crispiness of the air bites into her skin, her breath forming little clouds in the air as she sighs again, and again, and again.

Ten minutes become half an hour. For such a capable being, Justice sure isn't punctual. Is it the immortality that makes her unable to recognize the value of being on time? Durgun sighs again, frustrated with her own curiosity, what use is it to try and understand an existence such as hers?

Eventually, she sees two figures approaching, accompanied by Justice, whose white dress flows enchantingly in the air as she walks with elegance. Durgun wonders if she does that on purpose - there's no wind, after all. She frowns at the thought, an immortal being so obsessed with her image that she does such tricks. Maybe the universe is doomed from the start.

"Thank you for waiting, Durgun," Justice smiles, observing the way Durgun's eyes immediately begin scanning the two strangers before her. One is a guy around her age, around 180 centimeters tall, wearing a blue hoodie and black baggy pants, a grey messenger bag on his shoulder. His mid-length brown hair is let loose, resembling a lion. He must take good care of his hair, she notes. The other man is around 190 centimeters in height with shoulder-length, blond (golden?) wavy hair, put up in a half-bun, the remaining free strands framing his pale face. What stands out is his eyes - the same bright lights that Justice has, but in blue. This man smiles, putting his hands in the pockets of his coat. "So this is the Warrior you insisted on recruiting?" he speaks, tilting his head up.

"I can never tell if you are insulting or complimenting my tastes, Conscience," Justice smirks. Durgun's frown deepens at the confirmed information - this is another one of those beings. Conscience. Difficult to comprehend, but she embraces the implications.

"It is a compliment. Trust me," Conscience chuckles, staring at Durgun. "Tell me, do you pull the lever?"

Durgun pauses for a moment. Pull the lever? Is he referring to-

"The trolley dilemma?" she asks, taken aback.
"Yes, the trolley dilemma," he nods enthusiastically, turning back to Justice. "You picked a smart one, I like her already."

Durgun stammers for a moment, closing her eyes to bring back her focus. "You're asking me if I pull the lever and kill one person on the train rails instead of the other five?"
Conscience smiles, seemingly proud. "That is correct."
"And you're asking me this, because..?"
"My name makes it obvious why, doesn't it?" he chuckles again.

Devastation finds its way to her face. "A literal immortal personification of conscience is testing my morals by asking me about a stupid manmade dilemma," she acknowledges slowly, horror dripping from her tone. The guy with the messenger bag stifles a laugh.

To her surprise, Conscience throws his head back and laughs. "And she's witty! When you told me about her, I thought she'd be no fun," he fixes his posture, steadying his breathing.

"It is a stupid dilemma, I agree with you there. Human conscience is never quite as simple as 'one versus five', and most humans don't really get the point of the dilemma either. It's just the complexity of the human mind broken down to silly mathematics, if you ask me."